living no longer matters..... desolate wasteland of my life.... shattered dreams lay on the floor... next to shards of love... lingering smoke floats above your head... on the floor tattered.... the book of life wont be read tonight.... boarded windows and nailed doors... no one will be sleeping here anymore...
Reason for writing:
death.......im terrified of dying...cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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